To you I may seem very weak br br yet inside my soul you see is br br a plate made of steel, from br br that plate my soul shall heal br br sometimes life seems so unfair br br as if no one really cares if I br br win or lose, it's really up to me br br to choose, day turn into to night br br slow, I wonder which way should br br I go, left, right, which way is safe? br br dear Lord give us our daily bread br br when it's all said and done br br ' I'll Over Come ' br br POET: Tina Marie Clark br br Copyright: 1993br br Tina Marie Clarkbr br